This story is the author’s fantasy on the well-worn topic of aliens among earthlings. After all, it is very naive to think that we are the only intelligent beings in the Universe, the size of which we cannot even imagine. namely creatures, It is unlikely that all thinking living organisms in the Cosmos are human-like. It’s possible that the taxi driver who gave you a lift today is a three-meter-tall worm with six eyes, and my wife’s lover is a three-headed dwarf with a mouth in place of a navel. What brought them here and makes them hide among people, taking on the image of one of us? It’s sad to think that someone invisible and omnipotent is invisibly watching us, planning in advance all our thoughts and actions, and we are just creations of a common Creator, playing us in his game, as if with living toys. But it’s even sadder to realize that there is none of this. . .